The lanterns had almost refused to light the road for the lonely footers when Mark was slowly walking back to his home. All of a sudden he stopped at the corner of Isadora Dunkan and Maya Plisetskaya streets plunging into the discouraging thoughts that had been disturbing him for several years. His seventeen-year-old life was not full of the school insouciance and foolish youthful tricks. He avoided the wild parties organized by his classmates since he didn`t share their interests at all. An everyday socialization was the hardest challenge for Mark because he always felt himself as a white crow among his surroundings. He was so self-contained person that he even was afraid of answering at classes. Therefore even though the guy was extremely intelligent and creative he got the worst marks at the school classes. The only shelter where he could spend his time expressing himself was the dance hall since his only passion and vital power was the choreography.
The extraordinary individuality, his closeness and wayward character made Mark alienated from friends and father. He was the only one among his classmates who could not determine the current to flow in the direction of an adult life. The guy was penetrated with a thin spiral of creativity, therefore contrary to his father`s persuasion did not hurry to make this inevitable choice.
A lot of stress factors were swallowing the remnants of Mark's confidence. The boy desperately snapped for a few rays of hope that dancing gave him. The gut almost lived at the dance hall which had been the focus of his solitude with his own thoughts and hopes. His peculiar choreography did not cross with any style since every time it denuded Mark`s soul. He sought himself and cognized the boundaries of his consciousness through the unique movements filled with sincere emotions, and the music perfectly harmonized with his body, adding to the boy more confidence in his own abilities.
Mark thoughtfully moved from one thought to another, but still could not clearly understand what exactly he was striving for. Suddenly he came to the real life because of some push. The boy raised his eyes and saw a guy who shared a dance hall with him several years ago. Mark listened with an interest to his fellow who was telling him about the Academy of Arts where he had been studying for four years gaining the invaluable experience and filling himself with innumerable portions of inspiration. All the stereotypes and prejudices about the profession of choreographer were absolutely broken. His aspirations became more transparent, and hopes were shining brighter. The only desire Mark had that minute - to tell his father about this unexpected meeting and his long-awaited decision as soon as possible. However, when he came to the apartment and began to talk emotionally about his dream plans his father refused listening about such a non-profit perspective. That reaction made the boy immerse even more into his consciousness and shut the doors to his soul even for his father.
Mark had been spending all his time at the dance hall forgetting about his studying at all. He conscientiously worked out the complex choreographic compositions and asked to professionals to help him to improve his original style. Subsequently, despite the prohibition of his father he even began to search for academies and colleges with choreographic specialization, because most of all he was afraid to get a hateful job, which would again turn him away from any socialization. However, the search became more complicated because of the non-standard style of the boy's movements. All Academies required the classical basis that was absent in Mark`s dancing background. Therefore he almost stopped his search since was sure in the hopelessness of his strivings.
The working hours of his dancing hall were coming to the end. Mark was ready to go home. The lanterns had almost refused to light the road for the lonely footers when Mark was slowly walking back to his home. All of a sudden he stopped at the corner of Isadora Dunkan and Maya Plisetskaya streets and saw the huge billboard that lighted the street. There was the advertisement where was depicted one of the most famous choreographers of the country holding some kind of announcement. Mark stared at the text and suddenly sighed and whispered: «Casting is announced! The Paris Choreography Academy invites you for studying. The creative competition will take place on May 23 at 18:00 on the stage of the central park. We are waiting for you! Reject the established movements and impress your own uniqueness». The Mark`s face was shining with the light that billboard emitted. However, the lights of his soul burned much brighter.
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